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Kian froze. All the silence, all the compliance, three years of patience, all about to vanish because of a rusted hatch.

But the human spirit is resilient, and often, it is quiet. Prison School

The walls of Blackwood Heights were not painted gray; they were gray. It was a color that seeped into the pores, a mixture of old concrete, iron bars, and the heavy, suffocating weight of authority. For Kian, the iron gates slamming shut behind him didn't sound like a lock engaging; it sounded like a tombstone falling over. Kian froze